weekly theme; high school au's
So, one of the things we really wanted to do with this comm was hold weekly drabble challenges with themes because, you know, they're fun to write and read and also don't involve too much responsibility. There's no pressure, just play along if you want to, and post your responses in the comments. Here's hoping this works.
This week's theme:
HIGH ( Read more... )
This week's theme:
HIGH ( Read more... )
She hadn’t jumped in right then, one of the few times she’d remembered impulse control, but sidled up to him later in Chemistry. “I play guitar.”
He looked over, but she didn’t say anything else, just waited.
“I know you do,” he said finally.
“I’m good.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t doubt it Brenda, it’s just. . . .”
She tipped her head to the side and pulled her shoulders straight, pushing her breasts forward a little. If he was going to turn her down for being a girl he could damn well say it. She wasn’t going to apologize.
“My friend Ryan, it’s his band mostly, and he can kind of be an - a jerk. He likes to be in control.”
She stared at him a moment to see if there was anything else, then lifted both her brows in mock surprise. “Gee, an asshole high school student.” She felt Brent startle beside her and hoarded the small glow of pleasure it brought. “If that’s what you’re worried about, I promise not to cry or anything.”
Brent was looking at her differently now, and she held as still as she could. He nodded slowly, “Fine. I mean, I have to talk to Ryan and Spencer, but, next Tuesday?”
She nodded back, just as the bell rang. “Done.”
They were out the door in a flood of students before he turned to her again, awkward hesitation on his face. “Your parents?”
She stared him down until he looked away.
“I’ll talk to Ryan and Spencer,” he repeated, and turned towards D-hall.
She waited until he was out of sight, then ducked into the nearest bathroom and locked herself in a stall, head between her knees, just breathing. It took her a combined twenty minutes to calm down and develop possible stories about a science project, a PSAT class, and community tutoring. She was so very late to English.
That was step one.
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